Hey Thomas" Minho said "wanna go for a run?"

"Um I don't know" was the only reply he got. Minho wasn't gonna take that for answer though. "Aw com'on shuck-face, do it for me because you lurveeeeee meeeee"

"Your nasty Minho" was Thomas's response.

"But you know it's trueeeee"

"Minho?"

"Yeah shuck-face?"

"do you see in grievers I can sacrifice you too?"

"Get your shuck butt up, were going for a run. Don't argue"

"Ugh fine"

Thomas got out of bed and started getting ready with his runnieundies and size 11 running sneakers. For some reason he was struck by memories of the maze which was weird because it had been over 3 weeks since he had had memories of wicked's terrible variable plans. He didn't know if Minho has had any of theses flashbacks or not, or if his flashbacks had stopped. For the most part Thomas's flashbacks had stopped and he had managed to block most of the memories away. Except for one, the Newt memory....no no no, Thomas shakes his head and the image floats away. He wasn't going to recall that memory if he didn't have too, it wasn't worth it. Recalling that memory would make him I

depressed all day and Minho would surely notice and suspect something. Minho still doesn't know what happened on the way to the airport right before the explosions of wicked headquarters. And Thomas doesn't intend on sharing any bit of what had happened to Newt with him. At least not intentionally, no way at all. It would make life hard, plus Thomas couldn't stand risking his friendship with Minho. He wasn't even sure Newt would want Minho to know.

All he knew was that Newt had only trusted Thomas with what he wanted to happen, not Minho, not Jorge, Not Brenda, just Thomas and Thomas felt that what happened should stay between them. God only knows what Minho would do if he found out.

But Thomas didn't want to dwell on memory's any more. He had had a change of heart and suddenly wished Minho would hurry up so that they could get out and running.

Minho came down the stairs several minutes later, looking lost in thought.

"What's up Minho?" Asked Thomas.

"Hmmm? What? Oh nothing." Minho replied still looking out of it.

"......um.....okay then! Let's get going!" Exclaimed Thomas.

"Okay....you da boss." As he said that Minho smirked, remembering their first gathering in the glade.

"Nice one Minho"

"I'm so funny"

"Yeah, funny looking"

Minho who was smiling now pouts like a two year old. Yet Thomas still feels affected, rushing to his best friend he says " no no buddy I was just kidding I love youuuuu"

Minho's smirk returns and he starts laughing "you said it! You said it!"

Confused Thomas asks "said what?..."

"You said you loved me, YOU SAID YOU LOVED ME!!" Minho exclaims while jumping around and dancing.

"Well why does that make you so happy?" Thomas voiced his curious thoughts.

"Oh well um....you know....maybe....you know?" Minho stutters happiness slowly dying down and cheeks flushing red with embarrassment.

Thomas confused as ever said "um what do I know?"

"Well you know? I....I...I...I"

"let's just go on that run." Thomas gives the easy escape

"Okay" Minho says glad for the excuse to stop talking

END OF CHAPTER ONE

A/N- hey guys it's @/the.runners.lover here and I've decided to also post my fanfic on here which makes the reading experience easier,but I'll still post it on my account. 😘

Bye guys! - Maddie (@the.runners.lover)

(Oh I want a nickname for you guys, like for fans of my story! What do you want for it?)